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East Wind... Ill Wind

This is the Hawaii Five-O episode on TV now. (Can you tell we still haven't hooked up cable?)  I can't say that I am a fan.  To be honest, Jack Lord creeps me out a little in that big mutha of a car he drives.

I worked until about 3:30 this morning, because I'm still having trouble sleeping.  Needless to say, I wasn't ecstatic when I woke up and remembered I had no coffee in the house.  So I got dressed and walked over to Starbucks, where I proceeded to get hit on by the Boy Behind the Counter ("BBC").  Now, trust me, I am the lamest duck about picking up these type of signals, but even I have to recognize that there is something unusual about getting APPLAUSE and an "Aw Yeah" (a la Barry White) while ordering my coffee.  Heck, even that I would normally write off to being overly chipper, but I caught BBC staring at me while I waited for my coffee, then later leaving a counter full of customers to stand by the window (as if suddenly the cinnamon and nutmeg shakers needed to be rearranged) and watch me get into my car and drive away.

Luckily, he was cute, so I wasn't all creeped out. Instead I was rather smug and pleased with myself.  Apparently, I clean up better than I thought.

Cabin Fever...

Well, it's official.  Jeff thinks I'm stark raving mad, or, to put it in his nice, candy-coated words "I think you've got cabin fever."  I don't know what would make him say such a thing.  So let's review:

1. I have left the house a total of four times this past week (to pick up work from the office, to attend Jeff's grandmother's birthday party last Saturday, to attend Thanksgiving with his family on Thursday, and to get a Dr. Pepper from the gas station yesterday);

2. Please note that this is 2 times more than I left the house the previous week;

3. I have eaten Pasta Roni White Shells and Cheddar 3 times this week (but this is really no fault of mine as P&R has seducing blue and white cover and built-in faux-cheese love potion);

4. I have taken a shower, fixed my hair and put on makeup only for each of the occasions listed in #1;

5. I watched "The Butterfly Effect" on DVD and didn't want to bang my head against the wall as I suspected I might from reading critic's reviews;

6. I jumped on Jeff's lap, tweaked his nipple and sang "Brusha, Brusha, Brusha" at the top of my lungs right in his face where he could smell my Pasta Roni breath.

It was right after #6 that he made his comment.